~{Legend}~

"Please hide!" whispered Sam. I lurked around as if I'm a normal human. Human? I would like to be one. I always wished to be one, but I was made to be an Auto-bot to save humanity from the Decepticons. Sometimes, robots are just worth dying. If we are talking about human race, I would sacrifice my life for them. I will prove it.

We all transformed to cars, hopefully Mr. Witwicky wouldn't be surprised. Well, we are just cars parked in a teeny tiny garden. We all kept quiet, until I heard a voice. "What the-- This isn't hiding!"

Everyone transformed back, and we're suppose to go somewhere where Mr. Witwicky won't see us. But, Ratchet tripped on the electric wire, and made a huge rattle on the earth. "Get up, Ratchet!"

"It is fun," said Ratchet. Sometimes, I just thought why the hell are Auto-bots so weird. Honestly, I'm as weird as them. I gave Ratchet a hand. A flashing light came out of Sam's window, and everyone hid. Optimus was sitting on the small roof of the porch, Jazz across the porch, Bumblebee behind Optimus, Ratchet, Ironhide and I next to the window of Sam.

Ironhide has his guns out, and mumbled, "Should I kill 'em?" We stopped him from firing one, and he was calmed down. A few people in a suit and tie came to visit Sam's house. Sam was here on the garden, giving Prime the glasses. It was so small I could break it to shards.

I am quite dangerous. Every time we have to fight the Decepticons, some Auto-bots will try to make me mad, and when I'm mad, ha, you don't want to mess with me. I could kill in seconds! Well, not really. When, I really am so mad, you can see me transform into a huge one. As huge as Megatron, but Prime won't let me near him. He won't let me fight him just one time. He really won't.

It was like he wanted me to be alive. If that's true, that would be really sweet, but I am made to fight. Made to save the human race.

"Auto-bots, transform!" yelled Prime. I transformed to my car, and just sped up outside to follow Sam. A man in a suit just took Michaela and Sam.

Of course, Auto-bots to the rescue! Am I being silly or is it just me? Whatever. On the freeway, we certainly couldn't find Sam and Michaela. Ugh.

At the corner of my engine, I saw Bumblebee sped up next to me, and I could hear Ironhide busting a romantic song. He's so gonna pay for this if I have time.

I rolled and transformed into a robot, with Prime's hand on the way, I know he told us to stand back by that gesture.

"Legend, go and try to go up to the bridge," commanded Prime. I nodded and swung my way up. I lunged down, carefully not to be seem. Honestly, no one's driving on the bridge I was lunging at. Actually, I'm glad this bridge is cemented, because if not, the bridge would've collapsed.

"Out of the car," roared Prime. The man had whimpered a lot, like Peter Pettigrew. Anyone relating to what I'm saying? I'm a really big fan of Harry Potter.

All the guys on the car were linked together in handcuffs. With my gun pointed at each of them, because I'm walking around, all of them had their heads down.

More black cars appeared out of nowhere, and helicopters with lights blinding me. The guy was eventually stripped down, which was pretty hilarious.

"Ironhide!" called Prime. Ironhide jabbed his gun on the paved road, and his head rose as the spark made an upside-down crevasse.

"That's awesome!" I jeered. Prime had told us to transform back to cars, and roll out. It was always he says. I don't judge.

I remember Sentinal. He was the great, and the man in a red pieces. He taught Prim back then. Prime was left and caught Sam and Michaela.

Bumblebee was nowhere to be found, and I was pacing every angle around us. "Is it Bee you're looking for?" asked Ironhide. "I think you're in love, Legend," he then added, imitating Ginny telling Ron about Krum.

"I'm worried!"

"You're as small as Bumblebee!" cheered Ironhide, but Ratchet told him to cut it out. Bumb's yellow pieces was covered in white dust. My juice boiled, and I lunged to transform. "Legend, no!" called Ironhide before me.

My eyes are narrowed, everything happens quickly, as if it will happen in a blink.